Going Eighty

It was sort of a good day. There were no cops, so I pressed 80, Drowned my ears in fast and happy music, drove far, far away from there – the storm ravaged destruction, the uprooted nights, the vista of shards and broken roofs: receptacles of pain and falling angry rain…splinter-filled hearts, and deceit.

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